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Instead of posting what I feel like writing, I'm gonna post what you should feel when I post what I was thinking. Ok, that was confusing. More on that later.

So, how many of you watch television? No, don't raise your hands, I can't see them.
What is the most interesting part of television?
It's supposed to be what show you're watching right?
But no, the focus in today's 'Idiot Box' is on advertisements.
Mindless, incessant ramblings of woman in fake doctor's apparels telling us what to feed our child, how to make them tall or people who roam around with melted Cadbury chocolates getting laid.
Children who look like they have an IQ of less than 50, which mind you stands for mental retardation, giving advice to their parents which detergent to use.
"Mummy, use this, it's cool."
You know what son? We don't fucking care.

More and more children and being addicted to television now. I thought when I was small I was addicted, but the thing is we used to watch TV for the cartoons, and not the advertisements of biscuits which featured stickers of the same cartoons we were watching. We saw the cartoons, felt smart and switched the TV off after a certain time.

We still watch TV, just in a different way. We watch TV shows like The Big Bang Theroy but not through our local content providers, we just go ahead and download them. We spend 20 minutes watching them compared to the 35 Minutes you would have wasted if you saw it on TV.

Now, compared to the small dumbfucks, I mean children of today, we are awesome.

So, what's wrong with them?
Well, they watch all kinds of crap ads where they're led to believe that if they act smart and talk cool, people will like them.
You know what we feel like?
Strangling them.
Every fucking time they open their mouths.
It's not their fault really, not ours either.

You want someone to blame?
Blame the stupid content providers who have no idea why they have their respective jobs.
Tell them, that putting a Gillette ad on Cartoon Network won't magically grow hair on Pre-pubescent boys and increase their retail.

Is this the dystopia we're headed towards?

Hope not.

Life Through Frosted Glass.

This journey taken by mortals, popularly known as life, is an unpredictable voyage. It has many twists and turns, is very convoluted and the mortal has no idea what each passing second will bring. It is like having foggy glasses,  you have no idea what is in front of you, it could be an extremely hot woman or a lamp-post (Note : The comparison is done with the assumption that the moisture on the glasses isn't wiped).

Similarly, in life, you could be jizzing in your pants after what  you did to Scarlett Johansson, and the next moment you could be crapping in your pants because the FBI has just barged into your home for what you did to Scarlett. One moment you could be murdering someone, the next moment you could be wrapped up in plastic wrap, with Dexter Morgan's knife stuck through your heart. One moment you could be whining about your cell phone's stupid Symbian^3 software, the next moment your phone gives you jizz-in-pant news that it is going to be updated with new software.
However unpredictable the journey may seem, there is some force, call it God's will, call it the Force, call it the Butterfly Effect, call it anything, that is keeping the sanity of the universe in order and I'm grateful for that.

Legend.

15 years ago, a to-be-cricketing-legend walked onto the field against Sri Lanka, in Singapore. Scoring only three runs in his ODI debut, he soon became one of the greatest ambassador of the gentleman's game. His selfless dedication to the Indian Cricket Team and humbleness will be immortal in any cricket lover's mind. Even though he was partially overshadowed by Sachin Tendulkar awesome, he stood firm, like a wall, dragging India out of trouble time and again. Today, he walks off the cricket field for the last time in the Indian ODI jersey, completing a magnificent, awesome career. The Wall, Jammy, Rahul Dravid. Huge Respect.

Natural Calamity Thoughts.

Recently (yesterday) I started thinking. You're screwed, I know. The post Food.Rain.Girl has the maximum hits. I think I know why. Because of that girl mentioned in the title. Ha! Gotcha. You are such a dawg. I have a good social life. A girl I see and like shouldn't be a surprise.

FTK is stuck in some remote part of India with no Internet. That isn't a surprise, is it?

Yesterday, after I was done thinking, I did unconventional things. Unconventional for a person in America. Not neccessarily unconventional for an Indian in Amercia. I had Pani Puri at home and I watched a hindi movie at home. I watched Tere Bin Laden. I know the movie is old, but so is your mom. Its a beautiful movie. And its even funnier when you're watching a guy trying to get into US while you're sitting in US and watching him. Its an epically funny movie. You should watch it.

The post doesn't agree with the title.

I'm missing lots of shizz happening in Dubai, while my butt is 11037 kilometers or 6859 miles or 5960 nautical miles away. Bleh, who cares?

Remember the earthquake I mentioned earlier? Now, there is a hurricane coming up on Sunday. Its called Irene. It'll probably going to bang the crap out of NY. My flight is from JFK (in NY, foo). I'm probably going to die. I'm excited though. My first hurricane. It might probably be like my first kiss. I will be blown away, not by the orgasmic experience, but by the wind force, duhh.

Some of my bros have been sorted on Pottermore. I'm still waiting for the email. I hope they get killed by a troll.

Lashker - E- America - Invading America since 2002.